Yamato can't quite suppress a grimace at that noise and the reply that comes after it, looking mostly at the floor and only just slightly at Barry, out of the corner of his eye.

"Give yourself some more credit," he says, tone going gruff again. "You'd have figured something out."

His gaze flicks up to Barry's arm, just for a few seconds. A little more gently: "Do you need painkillers? Or -- would they even work, if you did?"